Chapter 1: Coming to an end

Summary: The war is finally over and the wizarding world is slowly being rebuilt. Harry has spent the last 6 years catching the rest of the death eater scum and rebuilding Hogwarts. He finally has the opportunity to live for himself, and takes it. Sadly, his life could not be carefree forever. Not with a nephew that has a penchant for pranks, being the master of death and finding out that there are superheros in the world. He should really stop making assumptions.

Harry couldn't help but sigh as he was finally able to sit down and close his eyes. He was tired, hungry, sore and only now had a chance to rest since the battle finally ended. He was not able to suppress a sigh as he had remembered all the people that were lost and were now laying in the great hall. Young Colin Creevey who had snuck back to join the fight, Snape who he knew was innocent but had a mask to wear, Fred who was now torn away from his other half and maybe the hardest to take had been when he saw Moony and Tonks laying side by side. He could see them in his mind's eye clearly in the great hall with eyes that would remain closed forever.

He clenched his hands tightly enough to draw blood and bit his lip as he thought about the child they were forced to leave behind. Teddy Lupin was younger than Harry was when he lost his parents. The words Remus had spoken about fighting for a better future for his son and the other children in the wizarding world rang loudly in his ears. Harry silently swore that he would be there for his godson and made sure he lived a full and happy life.

He thought about all the people that were now celebrating and he could not help but feel frustrated. At the people of the wizarding world that had expected a teen to take care of the most evil wizard to have dominated Britain, the people who let the children of Hogwarts to be the main fighters in the battle while they sat idly by and the students themselves for feeling that it was their duty to fight when even the adults were cowering. He also felt mad at himself for not fighting harder and finishing the battle sooner... before so many innocent people suffered and died. He felt that all the training he had done was not enough.

Harry had spent all summer of his fifth year plus his entire sixth year training his mind, body and magic. His magic lessons/training during the school year were surprisingly, and frustratingly led by Snape. At first, he had wanted to so badly place all the blame of Sirius's death on the man's hands and not listen to his directions; However, he knew that would have been unreasonable and childish. And, from what he experienced in the department of mysteries, he had realized that he had no room in his life to be unreasonable and childish.

It had been startlingly clear how much he needed to train and could not begrudge any help that came his way. There was too much bad blood for the two to get along well, but they kept it cordial and focused only on training. There was also too much strain to go through occlumency lessons together so Harry just bought a book on the subject itself and on meditation.

Harry later learned that Snape had taken the initiative to train him as a kind of compensation for his bad occlumency lessons and was not, as Harry had expected, forced by Dumbledore. That might have been the reason he wasn't being much of a git during lessons. Lets face it, Snape isn't Snape if he wasn't an irritating git just in nature.

Dumbledore... the man he had thought of as a grandfather. The man he had trusted to tell him the truth and could look up to. The man whose office he thoroughly trashed. Harry felt rage like no other at realizing just how much he was manipulated. During one of his meditation sessions over the summer when he was trying to recount his past years at school, he realized how unsettling his relationship with Dumbledore was and how much he was molded into a weapon without realizing it.

In first year, how were three first years able to get passed traps that were set for a powerful adult wizard? Those traps were supposed to have been advanced magic and the only part that was remotely close was Snape's potion riddle. Everything else could have been passed if you received a Hogwarts education... Needless to say, it wasn't that much of a challenge.

Dumbledore even gave him a hint for the mirror at the end. At the time, he had thought that Dumbledore wanted to give him a chance to face Voldemort with an advantage knowing that he would not be able to talk Harry into not going after Voldemort.

But, the thing was that he wouldn't have even gone after the person going after the stone if McGonagall had listened to him when he and his friends were telling her that the stone was in danger. What would it have hurt if they at least made some of the teachers personally guard the stone?

In second year, how on earth does a sixty foot snake roam the hallways with none of the portraits seeing? And there were hundreds if not thousands of portraits. And in the off-chance that none of the portraits were around where the snake was attacking, if Hermione had been able to figure out what the beast was then a teacher or an older student should have been able to figure it out as well, No offense made to Hermione, he could readily admit that she was the smartest witch of her age. Or maybe if someone had questioned Myrtle about her death when it had happened then they would have been able to connect the dots.

Third year was full of confusion and rage. First of all the dementors gave him endless trouble and they affected him way too much. It wasn't a very bright idea for them to have been stationed at the biggest magical school in Britain. I mean, shouldn't the parents have been against the idea and threw a riot or something?

The biggest problem that year was that he thought Sirius was the one after him and the one to kill his parents, but the story was so twisted and it turned out that Pettigrew was the traitor. What was worse was realizing that he had been near him for two years...Just gross!

And how was it that no one had realized that Sirius was innocent. There should have been a bloody trial or at least have him subjected to a questioning. But, it was as if someone wanted Sirius out of the way as soon as possible. He heavily suspected Dumbledore, but he didn't have any evidence of that.

He also thought that if anything, his parent's wills should have given evidence of Sirius's innocence. Sadly, he hasn't heard anything about his parent's wills. Maybe they didn't have enough time to update it and it didn't have any important information. He had made a mental note to contact Gringotts about it as soon as he was able. He really wanted to hear what they had to say as long as he was allowed to.

Getting back on track to organizing the trail of his school life that was just an utter mess; who the hell approves and gives a thirteen year old the ability to mess with time?! Sure, he trusted Hermione with it, but shouldn't the adults have been cautious about it and thought that she was too young?

Speaking of too young, in fourth year he was forced into entering a tournament that was so dangerous that it was previously banned. He was obviously at a disadvantaged and he admitted to not entering it of his own will. He should have started to train then, but of course Dumbledore must have wanted him to get through it on his own. Probably just another one of his tests.

Finally, in fifth year he was finally told the prophesy only after his godfather had died right in front of his eyes. He had actually felt more anger at Dumbledore than Snape. And that was saying something. The whole ministry ordeal could have been avoided if Dumbledore had come clean at the beginning. This was when Harry realized that if he wanted training he would have to do it on his own and seek help himself.

Bringing himself back to the present and looking at the damage that was done to Hogwarts, he honestly felt that if he had started training sooner, than he and the people who were lost could have had a better chance.

"Harry?"

He turned around and saw Ron and Hermione. He felt warmth spread through him at the fact that his best friends were still alive and with him. He wasn't sure what he would do if they had died too.

"Hey guys" Harry breathed out.

"So, it's over now?" Ron asked tiredly though it sounded more like a statement.